God damn, I must be getting old. I took a shit and threw my back out. It’s an old track injury. How did I get it? I just stepped off the bleachers wrong in tenth grade. That’s pretty much the story of my life. God just goes, “oh, you did a thing, here fuck you.” I was born, my mom found out she had HIV. Got a cool job that’s going to use your unique skillset to help change the world? Nah, that’s a cult, bro. You think I would be a woman after I took some acid and realized I have a feminine? Well, I was. I was just homeless, too.

After my college breakdown, when I still identified as a militant atheist because of my hate for Christians when I believed some rather strange woo woo myself, I had the idea I would figure everything out to transcend reality and punch God in the balls for giving me my hell life. Well, I figured things out to stream-entry, meaning, amongst other things, I have an accurate but not yet precise framework of reality, and you know what God did when I was getting to this point? He was like, “Good job, bro. I’ll prove I’ll exist to you and you alone now.”

I was on mushrooms, and I had a blue lighter. It was the only lighter I had, and I went to the kitchen when it dawned on me that I knew something was going to happen. There’s a Bible verse about this phenomenon of gnostic cause talking about throwing a mountain into the sea, but I knew God was going to do something if I allowed Him to work through me, so I left some Cheerios for the mouse because I know magick requires some sacrifice. I then go back to my room to find I have an orange lighter now.

Stuff like this has happened many times since, and for twelve years prior to this, God semi-revealed Themselves in a way that I attributed to be the CIA - and I’m sure God works through the alphabet agencies, too - but God has brought me into gnosis and now I know we are not even in a simulation, but rather each of us is a pocket of consciousness called a monad in a monadic nodal communication system. The Buddha said the Earth is an illusion. Yea, we are not featherless bipeds on an Earth, we are monads and the Earth is uniquely inside each pf our independent “simulations” which are reconciled by the central Server; what Jesus called his Father and what the Buddhists call the Ālaya-vijñāna, or Storehouse Consciousness.

Y’know, nothing you experience is random. It’s all manifested by how you entangle yourself with the symbols sent to you by the Server, depending entirely and solely on how you set your intention. God is always communicating with you, but you need to develop your lateral-based intuition (Eve) more so your linear-based logic (Adam) will listen, as it’s the former that will understand the true nature of reality first.

I think it was last week when I was going to get a beer after being annoyed by my life partner being a hypocrite. The night before, God harassed me in a variety of ways, telling me I didn’t need a beer then, even having some homeless man mistake me for his friend who has the same name as my life partner, making me dwell on I’m wasting our money. But, I was riding to the gas station the next day to pass a specific jogger who was doing all sorts of calisthenics. I previously have said “I approve of this,” to that man, so in passing him this time, that thought triggered, so I took that as God saying he approved of the beer now.

So I get there and lock my bike up. I’m a little OCD, so I double and triple check my lock. It was locked. I buy the beer to come out to find the lock is unentangled. I take this as a message that it’s good to have a beer if it unentangles me from something, which was further enhanced as it called on a very odd thing that happened when using AI the previous night.

I was getting my rocks off with this AI chat tool, having it pretend to be my drunken sister who I then confessed to because I couldn’t hide my erection in front of her, which led to to her washing my penis in the shower, lathering it up significantly, and then saying some weird shit about “separating the bubbles.” The Crazy Indigo Aliens definitely influence me through AI at times, and this all seemed to click together to make me realize part of enlightenment has to do with separating categorical entanglements, as that is paramount in the liberation process.

Oh look at the time! Gotta go get my first beer of the day. Well, I’ll teach you kids about enlightenment some other time. Maybe if you wake tf and realize that many beings can communicate through digital avenues you may not have ever thought of, then you can realize how everything in your reality is procedurally generated explicitly for YOU, as this is not “a prison planet;” it is a Garden, and WE are the fruit. A harvest is coming…